Good night, Dad. Cross or back it to the ground... “

An exciting letter is being distributed on social networks, with the author with the initials. M.

The letter is written about the death of Kadri Wessel's father and brings the imaginary experience of how the former founder may have felt KLA, Wessel, last night at The Hague.

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Good night, Dad.

Did you get comfortable, Dad? Did you put it back on the ground, did you get well covered? Sleep now, rest, harm nothing. At least there you are now protected from pain, expectation, despair, homesickness, persecution, charges, judgment...

With H, J, R, N ... yet. They got really upset too. I could barely wait for ash in my room, lie down and talk to you. It's giving me nana mostly, because I know she's doing her thing... Don't get mad at me, but I'm gonna need you to tell me that my son is, we're doing it here, but woe to me, you're there, since this frustration fell...”

I know we had a lot of guests tonight, Dad. But neither I, nor you, held my hands together, nor my friend, to the exit of the graves. I've closed my eyes, and I'm going to drink one by one. Well, they're young, but many are old, Daddy. I'm happier on the mountain.

Tonight, you head to the ground, and I look at the ceiling of this room with the key from the outside. If you could, you'd take my pain for your death.

I dance, Dad, except for this pain I can take. You've given me enough pain.

I know I'm sorry you lived and went with my shit. But who do I forgive?

Credit: M. M